"Alright North, so why'd you gather us all? Easter is right around the corner!"

North laughed. "Ah, but Easter is not Christmas."

Ignoring Bunny's outraged cry, North rubbed his hands together. "Let us begin."

Tooth fluttered up to him. "North! We have to wait for Jack!"

"That is what meeting is about, Tooth," North said. "Have any of you seen him?"

They all looked at him in confusion. "Well… not since we defeated Pitch," Tooth admitted. She turned to the Sandman. "Sandy?"

The Guardian shook his head. They all turned to Bunny. It took him a moment to notice, as he had gone back to painting one of his eggs.

"What? Why would I wanna see that troublemaker?"

"I'll take that as no," North sighed.

Tooth asked worriedly, "Why do you ask? What's wrong? Is Jack hurt?"

"I don't know!" North said. "This is problem. Jack is Guardian, yet he does not act like one! He does same things as before."

"I never wanted him in the first place," Bunny pointed out.

North sighed. "Not what I said. He is good Guardian, but he does not… sdelat' bol'she, do more!"

Sandy formed a question mark.

"What I mean is, we need to get closer." North emphasized his last few words.

"What, like get to know him?" Bunny said incredulously. "Come on, North. It's not like we were buddy-buddy before Jack came around. Why now?"

"Because he is child!"

"He's a bloody 300 year old teenager!" Bunny burst out.

"And who took care of him those 300 years?" North thundered, his patience waning.

There was sudden silence as their youngest member's time alone was mentioned.

Finally Tooth spoke up, "So… should we try find him?"

A loud jingling interrupted them. They turned to see Sandy holding an elf. When he had their attention, he formed a snowflake, then an arrow pointing at himself.

"You can find him?" Bunny said.

Sandy nodded, forming a crescent moon.

"Man in Moon?" North said, confused.

Sandy shook his head, adding some stars around the moon.

"Oh! Nighttime!" Tooth exclaimed.

The Guardian nodded.

"Then we leave that to you," North said, obviously relieved. "In meantime, we eat cookies?"

"North!" Tooth complained. "Shouldn't we go with him?"

"But cookies!"

"Hey Sandy!"

The Sandman turned, seeing the lithe figure approach his cloud of dreamsand. Sandy waved, inviting Jack closer.

Jack grinned. He traced some of the floating tendrils of sand as he passed, evoking the dreams of the children. "Nice job tonight," the boy commented, sitting on the cloud. "How did the meeting go?"

Instead of answering, Sandy formed a question mark.

"Why did I not go?" Jack correctly interpreted.

At Sandy's nod, he shrugged. "I doubt I was needed. What do you guys talk about, anyway?"

Sandy hesitated at Jack's casual dismissal before letting it go. Instead, he formed images of Jack.

"...You guys were talking about me? I guess I should've been there." Jack started to laughed. "Was there no crisis this time, either?"

Sandy frowned. He formed a compass pointing North, another image of Jack, then of five little figures joined together.

"...North… talked about me… family? Wait, they're not complaining about me being by myself, are they?"

Sandy nodded. Jack had hit the nail on the head.

The young Guardian groaned, falling back on the soft dreamsand. "Seriously? What do they want from me? It's not like you guys were close before - why now?"

Sandy tried not to laugh. Jack had said nearly the same thing as Bunny.

Jack stood, suddenly. "I just remembered something. Be right back."

Sandy watched in confusion as the teenager flew off. Just as he was idly wondering if he'd been duped, Jack returned. The odd thing was, he was wearing an eyepatch.

"Jaimie gave this to me last Halloween!" Jack said cheerfully. "How does it look?"

Sandy couldn't remember last Halloween. The year after Pitch's downfall, they'd all been busy rebuilding their homes, regaining believers, etc.

He took too long to respond. Jack sighed.

"Well, I like it," he said defensively.

Sandy raised his hands soothingly, trying to indicate he'd meant no harm.

It was then he remembered what he was supposed to be doing.

Sandy gathered up his sand, transforming it into an airplane - with an extra seat this time.

"What?" Jack said, confused. Then he realized. "Oh, are we going to the North Pole?"

In response Sandy put on his goggle, flying the plane North.

He was relieved when Jack didn't protest. Instead he lazily leaned forward, head on hands as he said, "This is pretty cool, Sandy."